Amy Darby

I wonder if it
hurts or fatigues her when she's
too clever by far?

Comfort, Part Deux

Even when I am sick,
sleeping, a warm glow over
my shoulder. My heart.

Official

We cry and he says
"soon?" I say yes, but I mean
 please yes. Please now. Please.

The Miracle of Modern Technology

She didn't call me
as she drove home. Instead we
sang to each other.

3 Days to Full Moon

She sits--glorious--
hidden behind clouds, halo
almost palpable.

Stone's Green Ginger Wine

empty note cards and
a full glass create lips loose
enough to sing ships.

Sex, Lies, and Videotape

as if it wasn't
awkward enough, a late talk
reveals the limits.

Narcissism or Something Better or Worse

Wherein I get to
be the heroine of each
and every love song.

The Hunt

The Universe keeps

lining them up. I hope she's

got at least one more.

This Place is Pretty Busy for a Wednesday/It's Saturday

Two whole Saturdays
I lost to my mind playing
tricks with joblessness.

The Student Writing Revolution

If we care about

them, meet them where they're at, then

maybe they can learn.

Bad Call

If journalists had

as much time for hunger as

for football, we'd eat.

Get Higher

Finding some old songs
that take on new meanings when
listened to with love.

Relief

The truth will set you
free, they said; Why couldn't I
believe before now?

Direct Gaze

Staring right at me,
eyes and hearts and souls connect
through all space and time.

'Merca

Lupe Fiasco
schooling Bill O'Reilly on
his own show. Ter'ism.

Writer's Block

I've got nothing on

haiku tonight, no witty 

turn of phrase or line.

The Weather's Good Enough for It

Sitting on the porch,
in spite of open windows,
to hear crickets chirp.

Writing Day

Looking up across
the table to see her both
there and, yet, not there.

Imitation is the Highest Form of Flattery?

Haiku The Raven?
Not without fucking up the
entire rhyme scheme :( 

Lurve

Because there's nothing
like boy bands and fan fic to
break up the mundane.

Left to Our Own Devices

The dog, like myself,
does not know her limits and
would swim to her death.

Playlist for a Night Drive

Why are all the good
songs about love and blood or
blind, murderous hearts?

VHS Collection

Knew we'd be fast friends

when Footloose and Bueller were

sharing the same space.

This One Was Really Difficult

"That's what 'daily' means!"
he thought,while counting beats in
"inebriated."

At the Very Least

It’s about learning
and loving, taking from the 
other what you need.

Construction Worker at 4:04 PM

He slept with his head
on a pipe as the shovels
scraped their songs nearby.

Chicago Politic

On Saturday, I

was in the park; thinking 'bout

the fourth of July.

A Long Day's Thinking Into Night

Questions -- hard questions. 
If I don’t ask, will all still
be well? Better than?

Haiku Review

Shakespeare in the park:

inspired performances,

lackluster music.

A long day spent right,
with all the right company.
Well, just almost all.

Comfort

Sometimes all you need
Is to clutch a pillow; to
hold it tight -- like him.

Perfecting Loneliness

cataloging the

cracks in the ceiling and walls,

head splitting music.

750 Words

Writing comes --clip-clop
of fingers on keys like horse
hooves; stories unfold.

Further proof that you
can live in the moment once
the moment has passed.

Conflicted

Oh for fuck's sake now!
Can't a girl want some lace and
a bit of tulle, too?

Greenhouse cocktails to

remind me of temperate 

climates and friendship.

Progress

Odd, ambulating
creatures. One foot up, then down.
Up, then down. Forward.

With Hopes to Collide

Faster, faster still.
We move so quickly without
any sense of fear. 

the warm afterglow
has become quite literal,
lcd, hd.

Not a Euphemism

late night lightsaber 

swinging, as it turns out, isn't

really my forte.

The View from Down Here

I watch the planes rise
out of IAH, their paths
destined for somewhere.

Thank God for Technology

A million little
pixels -- their colors and shades
in pattern; His face.

beautiful weather,
new town, new life, and yet still:
porch, coffee, with her.